thorn tree

in Erris
there is
a place
a place
apart
a parting
place
beneath
a tree
beneath
the westerly
breeze
and the
ever changing
sky

there
one day
we met
we hid
we shared
we argued
we coupled
we parted
gone

there
we view
our futures
our foes
our fears
our friends
our odds
none

you sit
waiting
feeling
absorbing
crying
smiling

blossoms
float
gently
on your
hair

you rise

I fall

asleep

alone

no more



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-05-16 at 15:02

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Mark J. Wood
You stripped the tree of its thorns then?
2007-05-21


kath
a warm write carrying messages from then to now and making me feel part of this wonderous place beneath the thorn tree ...

your words carry so much warmth ...

best wishes
katherine
2007-05-16


Rob Graber
Enjoyed this, Peter; lines 1-7 set the stage very neatly indeed.
2007-05-16